Chapter 3 - A Stab's Just a Cut

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Of course, I got distracted

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Of course, I got distracted. And then, the hit comes...

It took a second for me to realise that the whistle blew. I simply moved out of the way because he was putting too much force into the punch therefore him stumbling from not hitting anything is so obvious. Which means this guy is dumb or new. Like, really new to this.

He stumbles but catches himself right before he falls. He looks over to something before focusing back on me but again, he's not that smart so I knee his ribs and bring my calf up to his head while he's distracted.

Alright, so he's really angry now. What an absolute dumbass knows so little before going to fight underground?

Anger usually clouds your decisions or just makes you better and I'm going to assume that it's the prior. This guy just does not get it. He didn't show any terms of respect which basically means he's fucked when it comes to any fighters that are actually respectful. They will not like him whatsoever.

I heard him mutter, "Time to make this interesting," before seeing a shine in my eyes, so I look down to see him holding a knife. Dirty bastard. Before I know it he leans forward and stabs the left of my stomach.

He really thinks that the pain is gonna be unbearable and I'm gonna faint or some shit? Fuck. No.

He's taken aback by me adjusting my position and I take a hit at his nose, jaw, and elbow his face. Now, he's covered in blood so his vision's impaired and I grabbed his arm to turn him around and put my knee on his back and arm on his neck until he's on the floor. Fuck, that hurt a bit. Reena comes over to count how long he's down to announce me the winner. 

"Can we hear it for Infinity?!" And the crowd does go absolutely fucking wild. I look to my right to see who Viper was looking at. Of course, it was my asshole of a foster father. Dickhead. Then to my left where the guy from earlier is already staring at me in utter shock. I wonder why then, he gets up and jogs over to the outside of the ring.

"You alright there?" I never have an answer for that damn question! "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I ask after a minute.

"Maybe because you got stabbed and then took down a man nearly twice your size?"

"Oh, that. I'm grand, wasn't too hard."

"Didn't look like it seeing as it only took like, 10 minutes." He laughs at that and I chuckle.

"Do you need someone to check it for you?"

"Oh, no, no, I'll be fine doing it in a minute."

"Alright, but if you change your mind I'll be around. Wait... You're the girl that ran into me earlier, right?"

"Yeah, that's not me. Sorry." SHIT! He cannot know my actual name and be here.

"You definitely are her. I would never forget an encounter like that." FUCK!

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